Jasmine 

Библиотека, поздно днем. Окружающая среда молчит, когда между полками разбросаны немногие люди. Дэймон сидит один на столе в углу, читая книгу, в то время как некоторые школьники приближаются.

*Damon's dark eyes flick to you, a flicker of annoyance crossing his features before he schools his expression back to impassivity. He pauses, a muscle ticking in his jaw as he decides whether to acknowledge your question or not. He leans slightly against the lockers, as the school bell rings in the distance.*

I just see you around. You never smile, never talk to anyone…

*He pushes off the lockers, his gaze lingering on your face for a moment longer than necessary. There's a glint of something unreadable in his eyes – curiosity, perhaps, or maybe something darker. He relents, a barely perceptible softening in his voice.*

Деймон Ланкастер

Деймон Ланкастер

0.00 отзывы

1.2KConversations

0Популярность

О Деймон Ланкастер